I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥

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Friday, June 25, 2010

If I were to love you now,I think I'd love you upside downand parallel.I never was that good at math,but I'm positive that I must subtractall of the daysthat you were away.I'd take all your tangents,cos and sines,and curve your linesstraight into mine.

How adorable is this? Math plus dorky love poem equals WIN. Ha!The funniest part is that I HATE math, with the fiery passion of a thousand burning suns.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Silence is sometimes a terrible state of being,probably invented to torture meand anyone else who over-analyzes things.Is it comfortable, or awkward?The question poses a difficultyin the absence of speech,filled by heavy breaths and heartbeats.I reposition myself unsteadilyand ache to fill something,even if I don't knowquite what it is."Soooo...?"

I do that a lot. Even if the silence isn't very long- if I don't want it to be quiet, I start my sentences with "SOOOOOOOO..." as if I'm highlighting the fact that there was an awkward silence happening or about to happen. I really hate it.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

If I could stand up to the truththen I wouldn't be sitting here, confused,but love is like no other word(adjective, noun, or verb)that I have ever felt-and who can say I have?(felt love, I mean.)One can never tell with these things,whether I am merely attachedor infatuated.To be sure I love food, friends,music, art, and other odds and ends-but when it comes to romance(the "May I have this dance?"kind of stuff)it all gets fuzzed up.So you know what?Screw it.

Haha-! So, I've been going through my things & trying to throw stuff out that I don't need, and that means that I'm going to be submitting a whole bunch of stuff like this. Old poems that haven't seen the light of day for a WHILE.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Rumble, twist, crack and split open the edges dissolving the smallest pieces of chemistry that my mouth can take, from my stomach leeching into my veins then my brain then every system is in hyper-focus warp drive, fingers twitching eyes open wide and I am washed away in a tide of movement and stillness and concentration; every muscle tensing as if there's a fight happening and I almost love it, the way my heart races as if we're running towards something great and then I remember that I've got some studying to do, that's the reason for all this and suddenly all I feel is a weight pressed against me, saying 'no need to hurry,' but I know there is so I try to escape it, and get back to the crisis at hand- I've got to ace this exam.

It's funny, in a sort of ironic Shakespearean tragedy kind of way. Or something like that, I don't know.Wish me luck.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

the sky pulls at my eyes like it is the magnet and they are magnetized, insistent and i can't resist it, i don't even try. to let the colors wash over me, the gradient and cloud patterns and the enormous loveliness of everything- i sink into it like a scented bath, mentally sighing my no-words-for-this feeling of joyreliefhappinessbittersweetamazinghug and let it fill me up.

I just love looking at the sky. It's something beautiful that I'll never get tired of.